Tuesday, 19 July 2016

'Mr. James Joyce's Finnegans Wake faces the reviewer with peculiar difficulties. In the first place he cannot read it, only battle through a page or so at a time without pleasure or profit. This would not, in itself, matter so much; but he does not know what the book is about. The dust jacket, which might be expected to help, says nothing except that Finnegans Wake has taken sixteen years to write, that it has been more talked about and written about during the period of its composition than any previous work of literature, and that it would inevitably 'be the most important event in any season in which it appeared'....Thus defeated by book and blurb, it is natural to cast a surreptitious eye at what other reviewers have had to say....The usual line is that Mr. Joyce is a great writer, that for reasons best known to himself he has evolved a curious way of writing which bears little resemblance to the English language as commonly used, that so painstaking an effort is not to be dismissed out of hand, and that in any case gramophone records of passages from Finnegans Wake recited by Mr Joyce have been found by competent persons to be delectable. Considered as a book, and considering the object of a book to be by means of written symbols to convey the author's emotions to the reader, Finnegans Wake must be pronounced a complete fiasco. Such a word as'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!'is not merely senseless, it is absurd. How many mornings Mr Joyce devoted to coining this particular word, I do not know; perhaps
it only took him one morning or just an hour or so; but in any case he
was wasting his time as surely as, more surely than, a village idiot
trying to catch a sunbeam.'

Malcolm Muggeridge, TIme and Tide, 20 May 1939 'There were no serious reviews of Finnegans Wake in the professional press: the notice of it given by Malcolm Muggeridge, still extant, was a disgracefully smug confession of incompetence to tackle it.'

Anthony Burgess, Little Wilson and Big God, 1986

I've just come across this review by Malcolm Muggeridge (the man who tried to get Monty Python's 'Life of Brian' banned for blasphemy). He's described the mighty Finnegans Wakethunderword from the opening page as 'senseless' and 'absurd' (did he read past the opening page?). This struck me as funny because this thunderword is now so loved by Wakeans that you can buy t-shirts with it on. Here's mine.

Monday, 4 July 2016

As promised in my last post, here's James Joyce's steamy cricketing scene, from Finnegans Wake, pages 583.26–584.26. In their bedroom above the pub, HCE and ALP are having sex.

'Kickakick. She had to kick a laugh. At her old stick-in-the-block. The
way he was slogging his paunch about, elbiduubled, meet oft mate on, like hale
King Willow, the robberer. Cainmaker’s mace and waxened capapee. But the
tarrant’s brand on his hottoweyt brow. At half past quick in the morning. And
her lamp was all askew and a trumbly wick-in-her, ringeysingey. She had to
spofforth, she had to kicker, too thick of the wick of her pixy’s loomph, wide
lickering jessup the smooky shiminey. And her duffed coverpoint of a wickedy
batter, whenever she druv behind her stumps for a tyddlesly wink through his
tunnilclefft bagslops after the rising bounder’s yorkers, as he studd and
stoddard and trutted and trumpered, to see had lordherry’s blackham’s red bobby
abbels, it tickled her innings to consort pitch at kicksolock in the morm.
Tipatonguing him on in her pigeony linguish, with a flick at the bails for
lubrication, to scorch her faster, faster. Ye hek, ye hok, ye hucky hiremonger!
Magrath he’s my pegger, he is, for bricking up all my old kent road. He’ll win
your toss, flog your old tom’s bowling and I darr ye, barrackybuller, to break
his duck! He’s posh. I lob him. We’re parring all Oogster till the empsyseas
run googlie. Declare to ashes and teste his metch! Three for two will do for me
and he for thee and she for you. Goeasyosey, for the grace of the fields, or
hooley pooley, cuppy, we’ll both be bye and by caught in the slips for fear
he’d tyre and burst his dunlops and waken her bornybarnies making his
boobybabies. The game old merrimynn, square to leg, with his lolleywide
towelhat and his hobbsy socks and his wisden’s bosse and his norsery pinafore
and his gentleman’s grip and his playaboy’s plunge and his flannelly
feelyfooling, treading her hump and hambledown like a maiden wellheld, ovalled
over, with her crease where the pads of her punishments ought to be by womanish
rights when, keek, the hen in the doran’s shantyqueer began in a kikkery key to
laugh it off, yeigh, yeigh, neigh, neigh, the way she was wuck to doodledoo by
her gallows bird (how’s that? Noball, he carries his bat!) nine hundred and
dirty too not out, at all times long past conquering cock of the morgans. How blame us?Cocorico!'

Sex in Finnegans Wake is usually comic and grotesque. This is the case even with attractive young lovers, like Tristan and Isolde on their ship (where Tristan's sticking his tongue into Iseult's mouth is described as a football goal). In this passage we're dealing with the middle-aged HCE and ALP, whose sexual act is described in multiple ways throughout the chapter.

A clear case of LBW

'She had to kick a laugh. At her old stick-in-the-block. The way he was
slogging his paunch about'

The passage begins with ALP laughing at the sight of HCE, her old stick in the
mud, slogging his paunch about on top of her. A slog is a powerful shot in
which the batsman hits the ball as high and far as possible, aiming to reach
the boundary.

'Cainmaker’s mace and waxened capapee' 583.28A mace to make a Cain would be the penis of Adam, our first father (we get Abel later in the passage). Cap-à-pie
is armour (head to foot) – 'waxened' suggests a raincoat or condom. HCE's mace (penis)
is covered with a condom (which threatens to burst later in the
passage).

Charles Stewart Caine (1861-1934) edited Wisden'sCricketers' Almanac, the Bible of the game, from 1926-33. Joyce wrote this passage in 1925–6.

'tarrant’s brand' 583.29

There were a few cricketing Tarrants, but the most famous was Frank Tarrant
(1880-1951), an Australian all-rounder who settled in England and played
for
Middlesex. He was a right handed batsman and a left arm spin bowler. In
1909, playing for Middlesex against Gloucestershire, Tarrant became the
only cricketer ever to both take a 'hat trick' (bowling out
three batsmen with three consecutive deliveries) and 'carry his bat'
(survive
the whole innings as opening batsman) in the same match.

'on his hottoweyt brow' 583.30

Ottawey

Cuthbert
Ottawey (1850-78), was a cricketer as well as being first
captain of the England football team in an international match (It's
amazing how many of these sportsmen played football as awell as cricket). As
cricketer,
he played for the Gentlemen against Players and for Oxford against
Cambridge in
the 1870s – which is a bit earlier than most of the cricketers Joyce
names. He died at just 28 after
catching a chill after a night of dancing.

Overall sense: the brand on his hot white brow refers to HCE's flushed face, described earlier 'Redspot his browbrand' (582.31).

'trumbly wick-in-her' 583.31

Hugh
Trumble (1867-1938)
an Australian who was one of the greatest bowlers in history. He also captained
Australia in two victorious test matches. His brother John was also a
leading cricketer, playing in seven tests in 1885-6.

Hugh Trumble was the first great off-spin bowler – twisting his fingers
to spin the ball from a right handed batsman's off side to leg side (see plan
of fielding positions above). Here's a picture of him bowling, an action
described by his team mate, Monty Noble, as 'sidelong and insinuating, with his
neck craned like a gigantic bird'.

'ringeysingey.' 583.31

K.S. Ranjitsinhji (1872-1933)

The ruler of the princely state of Nawaganar, with the title of Maharajah
Jam Saheb, Ranji, as he was nicknamed, played for England andSussex.
He
was an astonishingly gifted batsman, inventing a new way of playing. Rather than push
forwards, as batsmen had previously done, he played on the back
foot. He invented the leg glance; instead of hitting
the ball with a long swing of the bat, Ranji would flick it to the
side, using the ball's own momentum. Here he is playing the leg glance
in 1897.

His biographer Alan Ross quotes thecricketing correspondent of 'The World': 'The Indian has the eye of the hawk and wrists like Toledo steel and the finest of the batsman's art is his, the art of timing the ball....The ball leaves his blade with the swiftness of thought....He has a late cut which the envious gods are still practising in the Elysian fields.'

Neville Cardus, the Manchester Guardian's cricket correspondent, wrote of him, 'It is not in nature that there should be another Ranji. He was the Midsummer Night's Dream of cricket.'

'She had to spofforth' 583.32

The Australian Fred 'the Demon' Spofforth (1853-1926), another of Joyce's childhood heroes, was the first
aggressive fast bowler. He won his nickname at Lords in May 1878, when he
took ten wickets (including W.G.Grace for a duck, at which Spofforth leaped in
the air shouting 'Bowled! Bowled!') Afterwards he wheeled round the dressing
room, chanting, 'Ain't I a demon? Ain't I a demon?'

His biographer, Richard
Cashman. quotes a clergyman who said that he had ' the type of countenance
which one associates with the Spirit of Evil in Faust: A long face, piercing
eyes, a hooked nose, and his hair parted in the middle giving the impression of
horns.'

There's a great article about him by Simon
Burnton in the Guardian. He quotes Billy Barnes, of Notts and England, who
describes facing the Demon: 'I were in right form and not afeard of him when I
goes in to bat. I walks into th' middle jaunty-like, flickin' my bat. As I got
near Mr Spofforth he sort of fixed me. His look went through me like a red-hot
poker. I walks on past him along th' wicket to th' batting end, and halfway
down somethin' made me turn round and look at him over my shoulder. And there
he was, still fixin' me with his eye. Spofforth was no bowler; he were a
hypnotist, and ought in all fair sport to have been made to bowl in smoked
specs.'

Spofforth was a terrifying lanky-looking galoot of a bowler

After fixing the batsman with his aggressive stare, Spofforth would then make
his run like a 'human octopus' (Sir Home Gordon) or 'Catherine Wheel' (Arunabha
Sengupta), before unleashing a variety of balls.

Spofforth's teamate John Trumble recalled, 'He had a different grip of
the ball for each of the three paces he bowled and it must have necessitated
for him very strenuous practice to secure accuracy with the grip he had for his
very slow ball. But he could do many remarkable things with his hands, even
throwing a new-laid egg a distance of 50 yards or so on turf and causing it to
fall without breaking.'

Spofforth was largely responsible for the defeat of England in the 1882
match at the Oval that led to the Ashes. When England's innings opened,
with only 85 runs needed to win, it looked as if Australia had lost. Yet
Spofforth declared, 'This thing can be done!'

He then led the team to an astonishing, close-run, victory, bowling out
batsman after batsman.

Tom Horan, the
Australian batsman and cricket writer, later recalled, 'The strain, even
for the spectators, was so severe that one onlooker dropped down dead, and
another with his teeth gnawed pieces out of the top of his umbrella. For the
final half-hour you could have heard a pin drop. That was the match in which
the last English batsmen had to screw his courage to the sticking place by the
aid of champagne, when one man's lips were ashen grey, and his throat so
parched that he could hardly speak as he strode by me to the crease; when the
scorer's hand shook so that he wrote Peate's name like "geese', and when
in the wild tumult at the fall of the last wicket, the crowd in one tremendous
roar cried `bravo Australia'.' '

After the victory, Punch published the following verse:

Not even GRACE, of matchless skill

(No worthier in the land),

The ‘Demon’s’ onslaughts could
resist,

His awful speed withstand;

By lightning smit, as falls the oak,

The wickets fell beneath the stroke!

Following this first English defeat on home soil, the Sporting Times published a mock
obituary: 'In affectionate remembrance of English Cricket which died at the
Oval on 29 August 1882. Deeply lamented by a large circle of sorrowing friends
and acquaintances. RIP. NB. The body will be cremated and the ashes taken to
Australia.'

'wide lickering jessup' 583.33

Gilbert Jessup (1874-1955), an English all-rounder, nicknamed 'the
Croucher' because of his hunched stance at the crease. Jack Hobbs said of him, in
Wisden, 'He was undoubtedly the most consistently fast scorer I have seen. He
was a big hitter, too, and it was difficult to bowl a ball from which he could
not score. He made me glad that I was not a bowler. Gilbert Jessop certainly
drew the crowds, too, even more than Bradman, I should say.'

'her duffed coverpoint of a
wickedy batter' 583.34

Reggie
Duff (1878-1911) Australian cricketer who often partnered Victor Trumper at
the bat (He would joke, 'Victor is taking me out for a run again'). C.B.Fry
said, 'Reggie Duff had a face like a good-looking brown trout, and was full of
Australian sunshine.' He was also an alcoholic, and died young from drink.

'a tyddlesly wink' 583.35

The Victorian parlour game of tiddlywinks,
and the two unrelated Tyldesley families of Lancashire cricketers: the
Worsley Tyldesleys, brothers Johnny and Ernest Tyldesley; and the
Westhoughton Tyldesleys, brothers James, William, Harry and Dick
Tyldesley. All of them played for their county, but the most famous was Ernest Tyldesley (1889-1962) Lancashire's most prolific run getter ever. Between 1919 and 1926, he amassed 38,874 runs.

'his
tunnilclefft bagslops' 583.35

JohnTunnicliffe
(1866-1948), Yorkshire cricketer. He was a forceful batsman, and a
great slip fielder. Tunnicliffe was nicknamed 'Long John of Pudsey', and
he used his long arms to make catches which others wouldn't have
attempted, says wikipedia. Here he is fielding a ball.

'the rising bounder's yorkers' 583.36HCE is the rising bounder, bowling yorkers at ALP. A 'yorker' is a ball bowled at the ground beneath the batsman's feet. Liam Herringshawdescribes it as 'the quintessential death ball, and the most devastating weapon in a fast bowler's armoury.'

One of the batsmen bowled out by Spofforth at the Oval in 1882 was Charles
Thomas Studd (1860-1931), the youngest and most famous of three cricketing
brothers, who all played for Eton, Cambridge and Middlesex. He's the one in the
middle here.

After the defeat, Studd was part of the team which then successfully toured
Australia, in 1882-3, pledged to 'bring back the Ashes of English cricket.'

Studd, misnamed Studds, is in the verses written on the Ashes urn.

When Ivo goes back with the urn, the
urn;

Studds, Steel, Read and Tycote
return, return;

The welkin will ring loud,

The great crowd will feel proud,

Seeing Barlow and Bates with the
urn, the urn;

And the rest coming home with the
urn.

I found a fabulous picture of him playing the banjo, as an African
missionary, on the website of the WEC (Worldwide Evangelisation for
Christ), which he founded.

'and stoddard' 584.01

Andrew Ernest Stoddart (1863–1916) was both a famous English cricketer
and an international rugby player. On 4 August 1886, he took the
record for the highest ever score in cricket at the time with an innings of 485
for Hampstead against Stoics. This was despite having spent the previous night
dancing and then playing cards until dawn. He revived himself with a visit to
the swimming baths and a hearty meal before playing the game. I learn from The
Inexhaustible A.E.Stoddart that someone said to him that he must have been
very anxious to get some sleep after that. Stoddart replied, 'Well, perhaps I was,
but we had a lawn tennis match, a four, on that evening, so I had to play that.
Then I had another tub, and had to hurry too, because we had a box at the
theatre and a supper party afterwards. But after that I got to bed all right,
and it wasn't nearly three!"

'and trutted' 584.01

Albert
Trott (1873-1914), a Test cricketer for both Australia and England (His
older brother Harry also played Test cricket for Australia). He was
the only cricketer to hit the ball right over the top of the pavilion at
Lords Cricket Ground. From Cricinfo: 'In 1899, the year he hit M. A.
Noble over the Lord's pavilion, he passed 1000 runs and took 239 wickets. In
1900 he did much the same, and was acknowledged as just about the finest
allround cricketer on earth. His batting was powerful, boisterous, and never
quite as dependable after the monstrous blow off Noble. His massive hands held
practically everything within reach. And his bowling, slung with a round-arm
delivery, contained most of the arts. Warning against his fast ball was seldom
sufficient insurance, and his slower ball had batsmen fanning at air.’ David Frith, The Cricketer, 1973

Ron
Malings suggests also Henry Strutt (1840-1914), Lord Belper, who played
for Harrow and Cambridge and was President of the MCC in 1882, but he
wasn't nearly as well-known as the other cricketers Joyce includes.

'and trumpered' 584.01

Victor
Trumper (1877-1915), another of Joyce's childhood heroes, was the
greatest Australian batsman of the Golden Age of Cricket. Here's an
assessment of him from Wisden: 'Of all the great
Australian batsmen Victor Trumper was by general consent the best and
most brilliant....Trumper at the
zenith of his fame challenged comparison with Ranjitsinhji. He was
great under all conditions of weather and ground. He could play quite an
orthodox game when he wished to, but it was his ability to make big
scores when orthodox methods were unavailing that lifted him above his
fellows.
For this reason Trumper was, in
proportion, more to be feared on treacherous wickets than on fast, true
ones. No matter how bad the pitch might be from the combined effects of
rain and sunshine, he was quite likely to get 50 runs, his skill in
pulling good-length balls amounting to genius....Under all conditions Trumper was a fascinating batsman to watch. His
extreme suppleness lent a peculiar grace to everything he did. When he
was hitting up a big score batting seemed quite an easy matter.'

Victor Trumper

'lordherry's' 584.01

Lord George Harris (1851-1932), captain of Kent and England and, as head
of the MCC,
the most powerful administrator in cricket. As governor of Bombay, he
oversaw the expansion of the game in India.

'blackham's' 584.02

Jack Blackham (1854-1932) was an Australian, also in the 1882 team at the
Oval, nicknamed 'the prince of wicketkeepers'. He was one of the first
wicketkeepers to stand up close to the stumps, facing even the fastest balls, wearing
what were little more than gardening gloves. Acording to Wisden, he 'stood
exceptionally close to the wicket, was marvellously quick and in what was
practically one action gathered the ball and whipped off the bails. Blackham
came over here with every one of the first eight teams from Australia and was
captain of that of 1893. Outside his superb wicket-keeping he was a very useful
bat. Like most of the early Australian batsmen he had no pretentions to style
but was strong in unorthodox hitting and a very difficult man to bowl out.'

Here's
a great photograph of him in action, waiting to pounce. Imagine the
terror of an Engish batsman, facing the Demon Spofforth with Blackham
standing behind him!

'bobby abels' 584.02

Bobby Abel (1857-1936), nicknamed 'The Guv'nor' was a famous Surrey batsman.
I learn from cricinfo that he was a great crowd favourite for many years at the
Oval, where he was the one reliable bat in a strong Surrey side. Of small
stature (5'4"), and serious demeanour, he had an unconventional technique,
with a bent for cross batted shots. 'He gathers runs like blackberries
everywhere he goes' said CB Fry.The name is perhaps plural because his sons, Tom
and Billy
were also Surrey cricketers. Like Joyce, he had bad eye problems,
eventually going blind. Despite this, he still managed to bat
successfully.

Abel was the humble son of a lamplighter, which made him a 'Player'
rather than a 'Gentleman'. While Players were were paid wages by their
clubs or fees by match organisers, Gentlemen claimed expenses. The system was
abused by W.G.Grace, a Gentleman whose 'expenses' made him earn much more than
the Players. In 1896, Abel threatened to boycot the Test Match if he didn't get
a pay rise. He had to back down - the system wasn't reformed untl1962.

'Ye hek, ye hok, ye hucky hiremonger! !' 584.05

In Ulysses,
Bloom seated in the stocks, is mocked by the Artane Orphans, singinga street rhyme:

You hig, you hog, you dirty dog! You think the ladies love you!

Jimmy Iremonger (1876-1956), a
strong batsman for Nottinghamshire, voted Wisden Cricketer of the Year in 1903,
though he never played in a Test match. He also played football for Nottingham
Forest.

Jimmy Iremonger

'Magrath he’s my pegger, he is, for bricking up all my old kent road.' 584.05Magrath is not a known cricketer, but a recurring character in Finnegans Wake – an enemy of HCE, abused by ALP in her letter. He's called Master McGrath at 212.03, after a famous Irish grey hound, celebrated in song. Here's Dominic Behan's version. The Old Kent Road is a quotation from a musicalhall song, but what it all means I have no idea!'He’ll win
your toss, flog your old tom’s bowling and I darr ye, barrackybuller, to break
his duck! He’s posh. I lob him.' 584.07-8In cricket, a coin is tossed to decide which team bats first. McHugh says that 'flog the bowling' means to hit hard and often, but I can't find any confirmation online.

'As a cricketer he was known
principally as ‘C. F. Buller’ (rather than ‘Captain Buller’), and,
although he was not gazetted above the rank of Lieutenant in the
Household Cavalry (2nd Regiment of the Life Guards), he was known as
‘Captain Buller’ at the time of the high-profile society divorce scandal
of 1880 in England in which he was cited as co-respondent. Prior to
this he had been discharged from the Army in 1871 as a result of his
bankruptcy.'

George Parr (1826-91), yet another early cricketer, known as 'the Lion of the North'. According to R.J.Brown,'Parr was a great scientific batsman with a splendid defence, being
extremely strong on the leg-side. He was an excellent runner between the
wickets and a good judge of a short single, rarely running himself or
his partner out. He was also a very fine fielder
with a long throw, and once in a contest with a soldier at Lord's sent
the ball about 109 yards.'

A googly is a deceptive delivery, bowled by a right arm leg spin bowler, invented by Bernard Bosanquet. From wikipedia: 'While a normal leg break spins from the leg to the off side, away from a right-handed batsman, a googly spins the other way, from off to leg, into a right-handed batsman. The bowler achieves this change of spin by bending the wrist sharply from the normal leg break delivery position.' Here's a youtube showing you how to do it.

'Declare to ashes and teste his metch!' 584.10Declare:'The captain of the side batting may declare an innings closed, when the ball is dead, at any time during the innings.' Rule 14 of the Laws of Cricket.TheAshes contested between England and Australia at Test Matches.

'Three for two will do for me
and he for thee and she for you.' 584.10

Joyce is thinking of Dunlop rubber tyres here (i.e. a condom), but there was also a Charles Dunlop (1870-1911) who played cricket for Somerest in the 1890s. He wasn't famous like the other cricketers in Joyce's list.

ALP's worried that HCE will tire himself out or burst his condom.

'and waken her bornybarnies making his
boobybabies' 584.14

She's also worried that his noisy baby-making (sex) will wake the children (born bairns) sleeping in the upper rooms. The chapter began with one of the chidlren (Shem/Jerry) waking and crying.

'The game old merrimynn' 584.14

The Grand Old Man (Grace) again. Ron Malings suggests two cricketers called Merriman, but they weren't well known. There was William Merriman, who was mainly a football player and W.R. Merriman, who played for Winchester school.

Mynn demonstrates roundarm bowling

Alfred Mynn (1807-1861) is a more likely candidate. He was a powerful bowler of the roundarm era, nicknamed 'the Lion of Kent'. Fred Gale, in 'Echoes from Old Cricket Fields' (1871), wrote, 'I must see another man who stands six-foot two, of gigantic but
symmetrical figure, standing up his full height, taking six stately
steps to the wicket, and bringing his arm round well below the shoulder,
and sending the ball down like a flash of lightning dead on the wicket,
before I can ever believe there is or has been a greater cricketer than
Alfred Mynn.'

(All cricket writing seems to be driven by nostalgia for a vanished golden age).

'with his lolleywide
towelhat and his hobbsy socks and his wisden’s bosse and his norsery pinafore
and his gentleman’s grip and his playaboy’s plunge and his flannelly
feelyfoolin' 584.15

In Finnegans Wake,lists of clothing always come in sevens.

'with his lolleywide towelhat' 584.15

The Lillywhite cricketing dynasty, which also ran a famous sports outfitters shop. That would explain the 'towelhat' in the quotation.Lillywhite is a great name for a business outfitting a sport in which players wear white. Here's an article about the family in the Guardian.

William Lillywhite (1792-1854), afamous early Sussex bowler, nicknamed 'The Nonpareil'. He pioneered roundarm bowling, which replaced the earlier underarm style.John and Fred Lillywhite, sons of the above.James Lillywhite (1842-1929), nephew of William. He was the first England Test Captain.

Jack Hobbs
(1882-1963), known as 'The Master', and viewed as one of the greatest batsmen
ever. He was Joyce's exact contemporary, and the most famous cricketer while he
was writing Finnegans Wake. Hobbs
played for England in 61 test matches between 1908 and 1930. According to Wisden, in first class matches he
scored 61,237 runs and 197 centuries – an unbeaten record.

'He was not an
artist, like some of his predecessors, nor yet a scientist, like some of the
moderns; he was perhaps the supreme craftsman....More than anyone else, he
lifted the status and dignity of the English professional cricketer. If some of
that has vanished in an age of chancers and graspers and slackers and hustlers,
the enduring glow of Hobbs's life gives us hope that the golden flame could yet
be rekindled.' Wisden

More nostalgic longing!

'and his wisden's bosse' 585.16

John Wisden (1826-1884), English
cricketer and founder of the famous Almanac. He was from Brighton, and played
for Sussex. He was a short man, nicknamed 'The Little Wonder'.

'and his norsery pinafore' 585.16

The
Nursery Ground at Lord's, bought in 1887 and used for practice. It's named
after Henderson's Nursery which had been on the site.

Kipling's scathing reference to
cricketers as 'the flanneled fools at the wicket' in 'The Islanders':

'And ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted
your iron pride,
Ere—ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men who could shoot and ride!
Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls
With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals.'

'treading her hump and hambledown like a maiden wellheld' 584.18

'Treading' is a male bird copulating,
which introduces a bird theme. HCE is the
'conquering cock' treading ALP up and down, and we hear him crow a the very end
('Cocorico!'). Elsewhere in the Wake, ALP appears as a hen called Biddy
Doran.

Hambledon Cricket Club,
founded in 1750, was once the most powerful club in the country and was
known as the “cradle of cricket”.

'like a maiden wellheld' 584.18

A 'maiden' is an over in which no
runs are scored.

'Well held Sir!' is said to a
fielder who holds on to a difficult catch.

'Ovalled over' 584.19

The Oval is the famous London cricket
ground. Over and over. Fweet says that 'ovale' is French slang for female genitalia.

'when, keek, the hen in the doran’s shantyqueer began in a kikkery key
to laugh it off, yeigh, yeigh, neigh, neigh, the way she was wuck to doodledoo
by her gallows bird' (584.20)

This also explains the passage's
opening phrase: 'Kickakick. She had to
kick a laugh'.

Malings points out that 'kickie-wickie'
is also Elizabethan jocular slang for a wife ('He wears his honor in a boxe
unseen/ that hugges his kickie-wickie heare at home.' All's Well that End's
Well. 2.III.

'gallows bird' - Latin gallus: a cockerel. A 'gallows bird' is also
old English slang for a thief.

cf 'the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy duran' 14.20

'how's that? Noball, he carries his bat!' 584.23

'How's that?' is an apeal from the bowling
side, asking the umpire to give a verdict on whether the batsman has been
dismissed. One bizarre rule of cricket is that an umpire can't rule a batsman
out unless the fielding side appeals!

'No ball' is an umpire's verdict, disallowing
an illegal delivery by a bowler.

It may also be Monty Noble
(1873-1922) the Australian all-rounder, voted cricketer
of the year by Wisden in 1900.

So HCE has been found NOT OUT by the
umpire. He 'CARRIES HIS BAT', meaning that he has survived a whole innings as
opening batsman.

'nine hundred and dirty too not out' 584.24

HCE's final score is 932 not out.

'conquering cock of the morgans.' 584.25

He's the conquering cock of the
morning (German 'morgen')

'Cocorico!'
584.27

The triumphant crow of the cockerel,
announcing the coming of dawn, which will arrive in the next chapter.